The Forest of Old

I love bad weather, I am sure a lot of people do- the type of
weather that is absolutely miserable to most people, be it the
biting icy cold winter nights, or rains that last for days
breaking the banks of rivers.
The nights I love the most are the nights where I can feel both
the gentle embrace of the cold wind on my skin and the wet of
the rain droplets flowing down my face.
These are the nights that I long for. These are the nights that
make me feel as if I am home! In a place of peace and harmony.
Wherever that may be!
I found every element of a gentle storm to be attractive, whether
it being around water on the edge of the sea shores, or standing
in the rain during downpours, or just staring into the night sky
from my bedroom window, watching the lighting during
thunderstorms.
The flashes of lightning fill the night sky into a dance of light,
every flash stretching like roads across the sky, almost as if to
show me the different paths in my life and wanting me to take
them all.
All these feelings I get are inexplicable and conversations about
them could have me talking literally for hours. I suppose all
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stories have to start somewhere, mine starts with my life being
flipped upside down.